silence without
yet the drums beat broken
spirited song, again.
again
a wren, within her wings folded tightly;
flightless, fearful, lost again,
again...
lost within herself, her song
will not come.
she has fallen
upon this tree, claws taut,
tightened to this familiar flailing
branch.
this bird strung upon this line--
this tight-roped trap she clings to,
freezing within the throbbing heat,
forgetting again,
again
how to unfurl her wings and find
the sky, seeking blindly
toward the light she cannot see.
she sits, so still, so very still
while within she is deafened by the
carrion seeking predator's roar.
how then can she hope to seek the sky once more?
how then, again
to warble, spread her small wings,
seek the sky, unfurl,
let loose this branch
and fly?
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if the wren falls........she has to flap her wings....
necessity is the mother
good to read you again
pax A
Ty Ch'erie
Fee
Love,
Susan
"this bird strung upon this line--
this tightroped trap, she cings to
freezing within the throbbing heat,
forgetting again
again
how to unfurl her wings and find
the sky, seeking blindly
toward the light she cannot see."
Wonderful poem and expressions thank you soul sis.